Maarali was starting to question her own sanity being captive to these bandits. They were currently trying to figure out if she had any royal heritage, as to be held up for a ransom. They had mistaken her for royalty of some sort by her fancy dress and had taken her captive. That was two weeks ago. The bandit leaders had sent numerous men to royal homes trying to find out if Maarali was indeed a princess. Maarali kept them under an image that she was, fearing her own safety if she didn't lie.

But they hadn't figured out yet, and Maarali was trying to make a plan of how to escape this wretched encampment. Her tiny wings fluttered angrily as she lay down in one of the canvas tents on a bed of straw, thumbing her dagger which she had hid under her bed. The men hadn't bothered to see if she had any weapons. Why would a princess going for a mere walk in the forest have weapons?

Maarali sighed, her eyelids lowering as she tried to get some peace in sleep.

Torn rode in on his horse. A while ago torn had seen a girl grabbed off the road. This was his forest. Drwing his katana, Torn rode his horse into the camp, slashing down bandits as he neared the tent. Once there he killed to men posted as sentrys. Torn walked into the tent.
"M'lady I'm here to get you out..."
An ugly looking bandit came running into the tent. Torn stuck his blade forward. The bandit stopped deaed in his track, literally. Torn kicked the man off his blade. He reached out and helped the lady up.